In all of my fantasies, I hadn't imagined it would feel like it did. After quite a while of this, she sat up and looked at me."Time for the tub?" She ...asked it so nonchalantly, like it was the most natural thing to ask."Sure," I responded, trying to appear just as nonchalant, but failing miserably. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. We walked into the bathroom and turned off the water. For a few seconds, we fumbled with the controls, trying to turn the jets on, and then there was nothing left. She was four years older—quite a gap when you’re a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to appreciate the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.Cindy was the whole package. Slim, medium height, ample bosom, nice butt, long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her body would turn heads and she knew how to dress. She had a pair of tight blue denim shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she’d wear them with a halter or a tube top it was hard to. Fr?ulein Rottenbach clapped with excitement. This was just the thing sheneeded to keep Salomon in check.However Sister Magdalena was not done yet. For severe addiction, whichobviously was the case with Salomon, she suggested a much more prolongedapplication.A week with daily tightening to get him started, followed by weeklytightening for the rest of the month to prepare him for at least sixmonth in the modesty garment."Six months!" Salomon blurted out, but was quickly silenced by a harshstare. At the club, I didn’t recognize anyone. I was led into the back room by the owner and I hung my coat on a hook where he told me to. I was nude in black heels. I wasn’t given a collar, I was simply led to a flight of stairs. I walked up slowly, wondering what my fate was. At the top, there was a small hallway with curtains on one side. A beautiful girl was waiting half way down the hall with a bottle. She smiled at me and filled her hands with the oil from the bottle and began rubbing it.